This small village is full.
No room for you and the
One carrying you.
This is the place you were
Destined to be born; the
Humble beginnings foretold
In humble, mumbled words
Of a small-time prophet
Singing out of tune with the
Popular song of his people.
And yet as you come to your
People there is no space
Or place, or time for you as
Bethlehem bustled on.

Trees adorned and homes with
Heightened sense of Christmas
Festivities, family and fun
Make space, place and time
For turkey and trimmings,
Wrapped gifts and the extra-thick
Televisual feast for gorging on
Whilst many out there in
Today’s Bethlehems go without.

This house if full.
No room for you and the
Ones seeking to carry you.
This is the place you
Desire to be born; the
Humble hearts awakened
In humble, mumbled prayers
Of small-time saints
Singing out of tune with the
Popular songs of our culture.
And yet as you come to your
People there is no space
Or place, or time for you as
Christmas bustles on.